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June, 2022: Door is A Jar magazine
The Summer 2022 issue of Door Is A Jar magazine includes my poem “Matinée.” The link to purchase is below.

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Swing
 
Swinging, gawking
Over a silken pond
of water glossy, catching the scent of inky sky
or cloud-winds on snarling flight
I tilted, screened behind the stilted,
wretched spruce
A clump of dead needles crumble
 
And I sang the same song,
The melody rung
When resting at the curbside
Months before these
Barely sun-pierced hours
 
Now far flung, the wrong
I would soon and sometimes forget
Had forgotten
That is aloneness in my gut
That brings the sick feeling
 
I flew far with fairy wings
With sweet serenading angels
deceiving far too far too long
 
First appeared in Whetstone, 2004
Alternative Endings
 
The insects ate the poppies we planted
The clematis never grew
Geoffrey was crushed by the wheel
No one knew he was sleeping under it
Henry was poisoned
The car only gets rustier
The doors squeak
The salt and slush
Have ruined my black suede boots
 
Grandma died in her apartment
Lying on the floor
The door was locked shut
Her daughter broke the chain
Winter chews its way through the grass
Summer peels away the paint
Yet, we eagerly await it.     
 
 
First appeared in Apollo’s Lyre, August 2009 
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